[event] ALL the lizards
[Please make sure to read this OOC post before tagging! Invictus characters are free to have been in the clan meeting.]
Who: ALL What: The Mekhet are attacking the Invictus clan meeting. Where: Lady Sandra's Palace When: Sunday night (August 14), 3 a.m., after an hour of clan meeting.
The Ambassador sits at the head of the Invictus clan meeting. Of course he does; he's by far the highest-ranking Invictus in the city (a fact that no doubt infuriates the dearest Lady Sandra, who would be in the lead in situations like this were it not for the Graceful presence in their midst). He smiles benevolently, fails to actually listen to much of what's going on, and in general makes a nuisance of himself. He's old. He gets to.
"If I may," he says, rising, interrupting Lady Sandra in the middle of a speech. His eyes are on a particular man who has just entered the room. A ghoul, everyone else seems to assume.
Sanda's mouth twists, but she nods, bows, allowing him to take the scene.
He mentally replays what they've been speaking of. Ah, of course: whether layers of the harbor could be claimed as different domains. Funny. The vampires in this city were so protective of their territory. (Speaking as a vampire who owned half of Southern California, though, he supposes he can't really talk.)
(Then again, if they want a city of their own, perhaps they should conquer it.)
"I think," he says, "that in order to confront this issue fully, we should speak of lizards. Lizards, I say. Lizards are a creature not quite one thing nor the other. Have any of you actually ever held a salamander? Land, sea, it's all the same to them." He is aware that his science is inaccurate at best, completely ridiculous at worst. But they have to listen to him. God, he loves being old. "They are infinitely adaptable, as we are. Land, sea, it's all the same to us." More or less. Vampires don't have to breathe, after all.
He continues on in this vein for quite some time, going on a tangent about scales vs. skin, and cold blood, and all sorts of random science-y facts and fictions. In a roundabout way, he's saying that hey, we don't divvy up the land by height, so we shouldn't divvy up the sea that way too.
"Though I would like to hear some dissenting opinions," he concludes, just as a handful of the Invictus in the room are on the verge of falling asleep. "How about from our lovely Mekhet underground leader, who has seen fit to join us today?" And he gestures to the newcomer, the 'ghoul', who is none other than Demosthenes himself.